Really don't mind if you sit this one out. 
My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT. 
I may make you feel but I can't make you think. 
Your sperm's in the gutter - your love's in the sink. 
So you ride yourselves over the fields and 
you make all your animal deals and 
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. 
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in 
the tidal [bad word] 
the moral melee. 
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers 
the newfangled way. 
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and 
your suntan does rapidly peel and 
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. 
And the love that I feel is so far away: 
I'm a bad dream that I just had today - and you 
shake your head and 
say it's a shame. 

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. 
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole [bad word]  
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.